Deep inside of the dead there is no longer a soul...

It is short. . . And a little repetitive and cliche I'm afraid. . . not one of my good poems I suppose, but I hope you enjoy it. It is, in fact, about life and death. How eventually everyone's life stops and time itself, does for you as well.

It explains itself

Poetry
| Updated Dec 28, 2008
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Being played, used, and cheated on has seem to become somewhat of a trend with me. The pain went from lasting for a span of years, to months, to days and now I have conquered it in a single day. Every time, I grow in traits that were not known to myself until this moment. And what better way to a...